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What if I just wrote it?, part II
“I picked an all-timer of a year to break into professional screenwriting,” has been the joke for the past few months’ worth of coffee conversations with interesting people. This was less about the since-resolved strike and more about the fact that, strike or no strike, the “money gun” of streaming expansion has been, likely permanently,…
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The fat of the land
Sometimes I’m loading up my pill organizer and I look at those jewel-bright yellow and pink capsules in my hand and I am once again flattened with joy that I live here, now, and not in the 99.975% of human history in which antidepressants and thyroid medication didn’t exist yet. I spent some of the…
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Blogging the Next Generation: Picard — “No Win Scenario”
This entry was written during the 2023 SAG-AFTRA strike. Without the labor of the actors currently on strike, this television series wouldn’t exist. To learn more, visit the SAG-AFTRA strike site. “At some point, ‘asshole’ became a substitute for ‘charm.’” This episode pissed me off so completely when it aired — one thread of it, particularly…
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Thickening
Like soup, or the contents of a cauldron It was on or around the weekend before Labour Day, two or three weeks into my “official” efforts at charting out my next source of income, that I realized I was heading for the final week of the first summer I’ve spent outside “the building” in seven…
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What if I just wrote it?
Here’s the thing: as soon as the phrase “machine learning” was on the table, any human being with a brain should have been so freaked out that they smashed all of their electronic devices with a hammer. We weren’t, and we didn’t, and now here we are: the beginning of the actual era where, to…
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Best of a bad batch
Are we there yet? Are we at the point where we, as a citizenry, can acknowledge that The Mandalorian is pretty bad now… and that it wasn’t ever, actually, particularly good? My own stance on the series has been: it was good, not great, weekly Star Wars. It was amiable enough to begin with, and…
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“The fun part of winter is over”
The fun part of winter is over. After it was over, it snowed for 30 weeks, and the cat got a toothache, and all the matches on Hinge were unappealing. I applied for Survivor. (Legitimately this time.) Everything Everywhere won Best Picture and somehow became a Dad Movie, instantly, overnight. I survived a shitty February…
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You aren’t the audience for your favourite thing
Here’s something that occurred to me while watching Willow, which improved marginally since the last time I wrote about it (but still had some pretty incredible errors in judgment, stylewise): it was never meant for me. It’s pretty revolutionary for any cis white man to realize that he’s not the point in any given conversation,…
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30 days of
January, man. Always a disaster. Just pulls the life right out of you, day by day and hour by hour, at a time when you didn’t have much life to put into the thing to begin with. Dim sunrise that never happens by weak dusk that feels like it was never any brighter in the…
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Quitter
I’ve started a project — actually, four projects — in various stages of formfulness, and the result is, anytime I sit down to write, it’s more opportune to work on one of them than to write anything internet-facing — which in the post-Twitter world means this blog, cuz I can’t make any of the other…